Week 11 prompt

52. There are a dozen stories on every page of Uncle Henry's--tales of divorce, death, wasted money, plans that went nowhere, hopes destroyed only to rise again, dreams deferred and dreams turned into nightmares. And as I read it, I see a million Maine cellars, attics, living rooms, barns, camps, boathouses, garages. Faces, voices, images of people too. You could do worse than Uncle Henry's as a source of writing ideas--how about looking through Uncle Henry's to find a prompt? Find an ad, copy it so we know where you're starting, and speculate on the tale behind it--thinking as you write about meanings beyond the obvious.

Light Blue halter style prom gown size 3 with sequin design top. Paid 250.
Her dad bought it for her, but never saw her in it. She got ready at her mothers, took pictures at the local park and was on her way. She didn't want to carpool, but her friends talked her into it. They all wanted to get drunk before they got there, alcohol wouldn't make it through the doors. They weren't stupid though, they had a DD.
By the time they got there, she already had the spins. Immediately running for the bathroom, she never even saw the dance floor. Amazingly, the dress didn't get a speck on it. She called her mom for a ride and went straight to bed. She didn't ask any questions, but she could smell the booze a mile away.
The next day, the dress went in Uncle Henry's, $20. A $230 loss, but that didn't bother her, it was the evening of memories that she really missed.
 
53. The things I see as I walk along the street--that's heaven to me. Or is it?

A winter wonderland. The stale air is reason for the chimney smoke from every house. The frozen, lifeless ground is covered in a white layer. A normally windy, yet flat road is transformed into a nightmare for cars. The sky is as blue as ever and the sun beats down on me. I reflects off of the snowy ground and creates a blinding glisten. I start down the driveway and think about the long months ahead.

54. Pick a prompt from http://onemillionfootnotes.blogspot.com/. Tell us what it is and run with it.

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He could not wake without sleeping.

He raced as fast as he could down the gloomy streets. His pursuers were gaining on him. Out of breath and nearly out of time, he pinched himself over and over. 'Why can't I wake up', he said out loud. He soon found himself in a dark alley and saw a woman in the shadows.
'Quick, in here.', she whispered.
He was hesitant, but had no other choice. He followed her into a basement. As they walked through the door, he was pleasantly surprised. It was light, and homey, not what he expected at all in an underground hideout.
The woman was kind, she cared for him like a child. Her daughter was small but obviously nourished. She split their tiny amount of food between the three of them, giving herself the smallest portion.
When he was finished eating, his sense of ease lifted. What was the next move?
The woman asked if he would sleep now. He told her it was impossible to sleep, he had to stay alert. She offered him a pill to sleep, and he declined. He wasn't one to take a pill from a stranger. Especially in this circumstance, it seem reckless and stupid. But on the other hand, what would it hurt? He was facing impending doom either way.
Then it hit him, he could not wake without sleeping.  He grabbed the pill and swallowed it without water. In a moment he was in a dreamless sleep.